When Chu Jinnian returned, it was just eight o'clock.
The door opened, and at a glance, the two of them stood there, astonished.
"Sugar..."
Chu Jinnian gazed in wonder at Tang Mulin, sitting at the dressing table.
The champagne gold evening gown, with its off-the-shoulder design, made the girl's fair skin look as white as exquisite white jade.
The skirt, as fluffy as ice cream, outlined a waist so slender it seemed it could not be held.
Her long wavy chestnut hair softly cascaded down her back, the butterfly bones faintly visible, as if in the next moment it would flutter and transform into a fairy-like butterfly.
"Darling, tonight you look just like a princess!"
Chu Jinnian stepped forward, eyes filled with delight.
Tang Mulin felt the same.
While staying in Paris, Chu Jinnian had shed the cold, stern aura of Sicheng's business world.
He seemed like the sunny heartthrob of a college campus.
